Saturday, February 23, 2008

Writing under the influence of Moonlight & Dawn


I get up every morning around dawn. Most of these shots were taken in the last week during that time frame. We received another 5 inches of snow last weekend. Although things are melting up here, it is a slow process. At times, especially if the sun comes out, it is blinding to be outside.

I like dawn and sunset because everything is muted-yet the contrast of such moments-especially when the sun is breaking through reminds me of just how little light it sometimes takes to change the world.

Illumination changes everything.

I know many people define illumination in vastly different terms.

Some through fashion.

Some through song.

Many through love.

Others through prose.

I mostly find illumination through nature. I believe that often in creation is where one finds that God shines brightest.

Not much of a doctrine, I know. But it is a starting point toward whatever may come next.

I write because there are images I would like to share.


There are pictures I can not take.

At least not with the camera I have. But let me offer that the vision of a full moon shining over the eastern Selkirk Crest, with those rugged peaks, snow capped and bright, standing tall against the stars-represents an "Oh My God", let's just freeze this image forever, memory.

I am thankful I've been treated to such a moment more than a few times lately. That sight, all that whiteness lighting up the dark, sometimes frosted by small fragile wisps of fog and snowmist following the form of the lowlands, is beautiful in the softest way. The movement of the silent fog rising just about the ground, creating layers of sparkling ice, is the glitter of angels. The way headlights become options under so much light and how even the ski resort lights, tracing the runs so many miles away, seem to accent wonder.

In the chill, I embrace each glimpse as representations of God's sense of place. A creator's imagination set loose, free to dance against the canvas of open meadows and fragment the Bull Pines while leaving no mark or permanence.

I swear I am not writing this on Ecstasy but isn't it fitting that even in the midst of that dark winter stillness, creation could make a tired traveler feel so alive?

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Safer is as Safer Does...

"Security is when everything is settled, when nothing can happen to you; security is the denial of life." Germaine Greer

I like these words. They remind me of Helen Keller's great quote relating how security is an allusion. That either life is a daring adventure or it is nothing.

Which it so totally is. As we are all witnessing-the desire to be safe has a direct cost. If that terrible balance is upset, panic follows and this creates even more uncertainty.

Think of the current implosion of credit markets. They are all based upon the myth of certainty. They don't call these devises "securities" for nothing. But as we've recently seen-there is little in our world that is truly able to overcome the winds of change and uncertainty.

As we we've watched as the US does a great imitation of the lead up to the Great Depression, see how fragile security is indeed! The sub prime melt down infects the prime mortgage markets. The credit card markets follow, which infects the student loan markets, and auto loans aren't too far behind. As credit constricts, additional panic sets in and were it not for the intervention of numerous foreign investors a couple weeks ago, many of our nations largest banks would have declared insolvency. Too bad the CEO's of these institutions won't ever be held accountable for their mismanagement.

Wall street sold the security of these investments, with letters like "AAA rated" branded on products that were as hollow as a chocolate Easter Bunny.

These ploy's mirror other devises meant to reassure us.

Words like "Homeland Security", "Rendition" and "War on Terror" come to mind. This focus group tested branding was also created to make us feel safer-even though we really weren't. As long as we were duck taping ourselves into oblivion we could ignore Afghanistan. As long as we were kidnapping people off the street in foreign countries, torturing them, and even murdering a few, we could stand courageously and confident that we'd protected our way of life. As long as we could spy on each other and listen to each other's conversations, we could prevent another reckoning with terror. Yet we aren't safer. We never will be. It is an illusion that only keeps us distracted from the greater threat. As long as we can bait and switch the term du jour and land on no fly lists and take off our shoes in airport lines and dump our shampoo out and dance and sing about an unending war of no conscience while we have millions of nameless strangers in our land, we are not safe.

If anything the Republicans have become the great party of Let's Make A Deal. Trade off one known for an even more dangerous unknown. We never really know what the threat is behind door number 3, but we know it has to be better than the threat we are holding in our hand.

Here's another example of baiting and switching security: The dishonest Republican march to privatization. It's an irresponsible theory packaged as "Safer", "More Efficient" and "More Flexible"-capitalism's ultimate embrace to uplift the entrepreneurial spirit.

Yet private enterprise did not solely create our power grid, our transportation networks, and the education of the masses. Public investment and the taxpayers were far larger partners.

Now those who dislike centralized accountability threaten to dismantle what so many of us take for granted. There is no accountability if you are of this mindset. We can not have entire, very necessary parts of our economy, dependent on foxes watching the hen house. Sometimes my dear, smaller-is-better government converts there is a role for government to play. One that keeps greed, dishonesty, and profit gouging corporate speculators evenly matched with their bureaucratic counterparts. The consumers can benefit when monopolies and consolidation are kept at bay.

Sometimes, God forbid, it takes those without a profit motive to keep us safe from the worst of Wall street corporate board room inspired indulgences. Think Libby or Butte Montana. Think Enron or Montana Power. Think World Com or even Bank of America's recent Credit Card practises- their shameless practise of suddenly rising the credit rates of good consumers, who pay on time, into the 30% APR range.

Thank God this rotten theory of deregulation only managed to get a tiny foothold into the regulated economy under Republican regimes. Remember when they wanted to privatize Social Security? Sell off the entire powergrid? Deregulate media ownership? Wherever deregulation and privatization prevails, we eventually see the downwind effects.

The rush to deregulate utilities has been a disaster. So too the deregulation of the transportation industry-especially trucking and the airlines. Flown lately? Been stuck on plane, treated like a hostage? Worked for a trucking company who isn't required to make sure their employees make minimum wage? Pumped "hot fuel" that rips you off?

What about the ongoing attempt to privatize the Interstate Highway System and sell off our national infrastructure to Wall Street and foreign toll operators? What about the performance based illusion of privatizing schools, and the rush to "manage" health care? All of these endeavors promised and sometimes even briefly delivered investors enormous profits but little in the way of direct benefit to consumers. These efforts were always marketed with consumer confidence and security as the acheivable outcome. So how secure do you feel now?

If nothing else the privatization of "security forces" in Iraq demonstrates the greatest folly of the simplistic Republican mindset. Any time the public good, necessary services, and economy sustaining portions of society become sustained by trust in top down, profit focused, unaccountable leadership-leadership that looks only as far ahead as the next quarters results, we loose any sense of a sustainable future. This is the trend that has landed "outsourcing" and "free trade" on our shores, where we export the very wages that sustain our economy.

Security is an allusion. But even more so is any sense that unregulated profitability is a gauge to the worth of an endeavor or a significant statement of the nobility of any achievement. If the nobility of business ethic is the truest reflection of a sure thing, then in the world of economic certainty, what a difference a quarterly report makes.

Helen Keller had it right. Every endeavor is daring risk, no matter how creatively the odds are branded, bonded, and labeled. To have faith in profit as the ultimate gain, is to leverage security with an embrace of unforseeable outcomes and a daring disrespect for history.

And these days, as we are painfully learning, Security isn't exactly something you can take to the bank. Neither are the Republicans-at least not if you expect to have anything left in your account.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

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In honor of St Valentine...

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What Doesn't Kill You...

Makes you think about the pros and cons of long term Frostbite...

Enjoy all the shots of winter...with commentary.
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The light was very strange on this day. As the sun went down, this is what happened. For reference this is looking out the front porch, back into Idaho. Those peaks are part of the eastern Selkirk Crest.
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So if you hadn't heard, our area had a little case of white out. My trucker friends Chase, Kevin, and Mikey who have less luck than I, and who haven't got a load this way in months, all found themselves dispatched to the "New" Northpole last week, just as the Governor of Washington had to fly into Spokane to announce a "snow emergency" and all the passes closed, and most of the roads leading up to them did too. A whole bunch of roofs caved in-including a firestation. The National Guard was called out. Kids didn't go to school for over a week.

A lot of people slid into one another.

It was very hateful all that white stuff.

On the worst night of all, I met Mikey down in Airway Heights which is about 85 miles from here and we both thought the wind blowing the snow around was something pretty neat to see until that same wind flattened his mirrors against his Peterbilt and put his trailer in the ditch twice and wait there's more...for the grand finale, well he had to be towed 7 miles into Idaho behind a backhoe, because after he'd loaded his load, all the roads were shut down with blowing snow. Some of them still haven't reopened.

Mikey wanted pictures because no one would believe him.

So these are for him. Oh yeah and the pic above is to prove to Kevin's mom that he is still alive and that not all his hair has turned gray.

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Yes, that is a door. We hope to open it again in July.
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Why I will never think 9 inches is a big deal again.
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If you were to click on this picture, you would see a shovel. That shovel happens to be the last shovel left in the county that isn't broken. It also happens to have been left out overnight when the weather man said we were done for a while...

Which we weren't. That shovel just got unburied yesterday.
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This would be my neighbors gate. This is how deep the undisturbed, unplowed snow got. That gate is roughly 5 1/2 feet tall. I am 5 8.
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A mile and a half off the pavement and up a cliff-Kevin will never be the same. I told him the other the day that he's earned his stripes this year. Told him that it's official-He's a Four Snowflake General.

He did not laugh. Not even once.
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